Than all thy wealth of commerce, Thy har - vests wav-ing fair, 2 For thee our fathers suffered, For thee they toiled and prayed; Upon thy holy altar Their willing lives they laid. Thou hast no common birthright, Grand memories on thee shine; The blood of pilgrim nations Commingled, flows in thine. 512 3 O beautiful, our country! Round thee in love we draw; Be righteousness Thy sceptre, And on thy shining forehead Frederick L. Hosmer Words and Music Copyrighted, 1912 by The Continent 645 AMERICA BEFRIEND 8 6 8 6 8 6 8 6 William Pierson Merrill, 1912 I. O Lord, our God, Thy might y hand Hath made our country free; 94 From all her broad and happy land May worship rise to Thee. Fulfil the prom - ise of her youth, Her lib - er ty defend; By law and or-der, love and truth, A- mer- i - ca, A- mer-i- ca be-friend! A-MEN. 2 The strength of every state increase In Union's golden chain; Her thousand cities fill with peace, 3 O suffer not her feet to stray; Bring down the proud, lift up the poor, By justice, nationwide and sure, 4 Through all the waiting land proclaim Thy gospel of good-will; And may the joy of Jesus' name O'er hill and vale, from sea to sea, Thy holy reign extend; By faith and hope and charity, Henry van Dyke, 1912 648 PLYMOUTH Irregular Mary Anne Browne 1. The break-ing waves dash'd high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the 26 woods a-gainst a storm - y sky Their giant branch- es toss'd, And the heav- y night hung dark The hills and wa-ters o'er, When a band of exiles moor'd their bark On the wild New Eng - land shore. A-MEN. 2 Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear: The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared, This was their welcome home. They shook the depths of the desert 4 What sought they thus afar? gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. 3 Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free: Bright jewels from the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, The soil which first they trod; They have left un-stained what there they found, Freedom to worship God. Felicia D. Hemans, 1828 |